The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-07-08
GOLDEN WEDDING DAY.
By Mrs. G. S. BRADLEY, Fontanelle
Iowa.


TO Mr.. and Mrs. John Osborn, of Keno
sha, Wisconsin, greeting.
Golden bells wedding bells
Rare and sweet their music swells
| Glad we hear the echoes calling,
And the Come" :" Come" gently falling,
/ Wakens up the oldtime feeling,
And DER heart and soul is stealing
| Warm desire for fond reunion,
| Grasp of hand and soul communion.
Though we cannot vanquish distance,
/ Ride the clouds sail the skies,
| Yet. Uncle John, when woman wills it,
| Well you know sh e la W defes-
| And SO I'm coming, though by proxy,
| TO greet the bridegroom, crown the bride,
And bless the bountiful All-giver,
For the love 80 true and tried
That for full one half century
| Can, unchanging, yet abide.
| The wheels of Time
Catching the trick of Nineteenth century days.
| Have already cached the iiftieth station
And yet You do not seem delighted
| That the trip has quicker been than hasty
Youth had craved, or fond anticipation coveted
| What meaneth phase of character so strange!
/ Once, never steam nor lightning could outstrp
The hot desire Of youth and eager feet
| Essayed to run the winding, upward path
OF life. Fearing lest two feet were rot swift
Enough alone to win the race, two others
| Were decoyed to run beside the first,
| And share in burden bearing.
| Hand in hand, the race began across
The level plain given to nearest vision
Beyond, gilded mountain rose,
Whose summit, in perennial sunshine
Bathed, was said to yield the sum of human
Happiness. How far off that summit seemed
Day slowly followed day,
AS long climbing forced the feet to press
The rugged mountain path.
And, as the b0ulders rose impeding progress,
And brambles sprang, uncalled to meet your hasty
Way-worn footsteps, how the hand clasp frightened
And the dear Lord, looking down upon YOU
| Blessed the happy union.
Yes, Uncle John, for never maid more fair,
With soul more strong to tread the desert sands
Of life was given mortal man than she
Who stands beside you nov frail as the leaf
Fragile as the fower-yet, for loves sake,
Enduring as the oak
O, happy man so blessed in wife and children
Lot the Lord be praised
Whose loving care hath crooked paths made straight
Whose tender mercy brought the pair, we, this day
Come to greet, full half century on
Beyond the matrimonial gate,
Still holding fast each other.
Bound-not like galley slaves
Nor held by silver chains, or siken cords
But by tn eternal laws of Pole and Magnet
These laws in His own hands who thus created
Them and unto whom you both in early life
Gave full allegiance.
The past hath been free from days of darkness,
Ioilsome, weary days; but You were quick
10 catch the inspiration of the Spirit,
And early learned that Frightening other lives
Reflected back upon your own
ten fold greater brightness.
mind me of time,
When unrelcnIing grief came down uDOn
My heart. with lightning hold and all the world
Seemed dust and ashes, which sudden
Gust of wind might sweep from my DOS session
Two stood beside me then
Two fellow travelers-sc near
That could feel their heart beat 'gainst my own,
Aud then knew that all love not dead
Fen though my dearest earthly friend had gone,
And then through all those weary weeks,
When Death seemed eager for another prey,
Whose hands upheld my own, till respite came?
Though golden bells fill all the air to-day,
nd bid the soul yield homage to their melody
Yet, in my own, say, cen golden bells
Cannot outring the" silver bells of memory
What crave then for these whose love for weak
Humanity thus lavishly Was shown
Not five more tens of welded bliss on earth
But joys eternal near the Jasper throne.
Thus Frightening other lives, methinks the DAYS
Your calendar contains have come to be
Mere atoms in the onward sweep of Time
And hence you've reached your golden wedding day
Long ere the expected time.
Ring, golden bells, grand, triumphal song,
As tributes, cen tho small, gladly bring
TO mark our joy that such rare journeying
Hath not been granted these dear ones in vain
For life well spent, to friends, full proof remains
Because, forsoolh. we can not thus keep on
Forever blessing others; and day by day
Our fellow travellers leave u.s. SO Ion g,
SO sick at heart, the slowing tide of life
Can hardly force us Gu (; all these, make glad
The Golden Wedding Day, which otherwise were sad,
And turn our longing eyes well toward the Sunset
gates.
But, ifperchancs to some
The thought of mountain summit reached n Id long
Since passed, should for the moment startle
And waken the dull ear to train-man's Midnight
call,
81 All aboard on the night express
Going down the mountain grade"
May our hearts cry, like home sick chfld's
Come yelling up exultingly
g Nearer my home to-day, to-day"
Its pearly gates see
Father, come, just as / am
Since Jesus died for me.